I’ve read it, I’ve heard it, I’ve said it myself: labor is like a marathon. I even said it a few weeks ago, to a friend who was in labor at the time. “It’s like a marathon,” I said, trying to encourage her. Except… the more I thought about it, the less true it seemed.
For one thing, I can imagine no scenario in which I would voluntarily run a marathon, ever.
So here’s the breakdown, as I see it.
Ways Labor Is Like a Marathon:
It is (often) long, and (usually) really hard work, and you might throw up.
Ways Labor Is Not Like a Marathon:
There are no distance markers.
No ribbon to run through.
Fewer cheering spectators.
No awards for finishing fastest.
Very few people get tee shirts and/or medals commemorating the experience.
You can’t usually convince a bunch of friends to sign up to go into labor together, as a group.
Running shoes are not required.
YOU GET A BABY AT THE END.
No analogy is perfect, I guess. But I think I really am going to stop using this one.